song fragment:
    KT went whistlin' over the hill--
    Oh, Daddy be gay--
    KT went whistlin' over the hill,
    Says Bobert won't have me--I wonder who will?
    Daddy be gay and eat candy.

I'm gonna have to read more later here. When I finally got to Austin after midnight last night/this morning, and my son took me to his house for a bit before he brought me home to Cedar Creek, I wound up leaving my glasses at his house. I've tried to read some of this, but it ain't workin' very well.

And I was there and met such fabulous people and heard such magnificent music I still don't believe it--and I have lots of new cds to prove it. I'm gonna be like Bob Newhart--wake up next to my hubby later and tell him about this weird dream I had about Fortunato and Bill D. and Ferrara and El Greko and KT and kissing Giok and...well, maybe not KT(what a stunner! Bobert won't have you, come to Texas, honey), cool weather and needing a coat...too weird, he'll say. I'm takin' you to the funnyfarm doc to get medicated before they insist on keepin you for your own safety.

Help me find a way to get hubby there next year. I'll risk him seeing KT for the general good it will do him to experience the whole. I've got the Dance of the River cho. down pat(thank you Amtrak for the looooooooooooooong train ride), but am still laughing too hard on Dog's Life to get my mouth around that.

Evidence I've been gone: when I left, the new garden plot hubby had been working hard on had a coupla struggling rows of pale green specks. Now I'm gonna have to get a machete or Tarzan to get me through...maybe it wasn't a dream?

Can't keep on. Head starting to hurt. Will have to come back after I get my glasses back. I'm considering a song contest about the saga of my Amtrak return home. KT should enter, and El Greko--not Micca; it's too long for Micca--and the prize will be--um, well, I'll work on that.

Me for another lie-down with my eyes closed...hugs and kisses from Central Texas

And--oh, Auntie Em--there's no place like HOME!!!! Tw